“There was a small army of "horse girls" in my school, all prissy and gussied, who lived their entire lives to ride, groom, feed, and fawn over their beloved stable of honeyed mares and-- if they were blessed-- ponies. Like a homicidal marching band, they all seemed to be outfitted in the color lavender, with their long pigtails brushed to a tail-like sheen. Though there was nothing overtly wrong a”
